Below is the 2026 update schedule for my new content. There is no particular order to it, but some form of content will be posted every other Sunday at noon [12pm CST]. The order is subject to change, and my taglist is open.
Jan. 4 - Free Time for Love [part of the Domestic Aesthetic Series]
Creating characters is fun until they start making decisions without your permission. You sit down to write a quiet breakfast scene and suddenly they’re confessing childhood trauma, or worse, falling in love with the wrong person. You’re supposed to be the god of this story, but really you’re just the exhausted babysitter of a bunch of fictional anarchists.
RATED X. minors will inexplicably explode if they touch my blog.
ಠ_ಠwarning/content: gn reader, (maybe sub) joong cums in his pants, food play; things eaten off of readers chest, dry humping, making out, this is so short but that doesn't mean it's any less debaucherous
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I don't have definitive proof but I know for a fact that Kim Hongjoong is the type of freak who likes to eat off of your chest. It doesn't matter if you have big tits, little tits, swollen pecs, or flat. Your chest is the most beautiful plate he's ever had the pleasure of licking clean. He'll eat or lick from your chest any day of the week and he'll do it eagerly. He isn't confined to the basics like whipped cream or syrup — though, he does enjoy those as well. He'll go for pretty much anything sweet. The slight salty or tangy -ness of your skin makes the sweet foods taste a million times better.
He doesn't stop when he's done with his snack. He can't stop. His cock is too hard to even try to ignore. He's humping you like he needs the friction more than he needs air, still lapping at your chest and laving his tongue over your nipples and making you just as needy with his shows of lust.
When, if, you manage to tear his face away from your spit glistened chest; his mouth always finds yours. You can taste the remnants of sweetness on his tongue as it meets yours, and you can never understand why it turns you on so much. Why it makes your face hot and your gut flip with arousal as he moans into your mouth; more often than not cumming right into his pants because he's so worked up.
If you didn't cum with him, he's more than willing to help you. And unless it's between your legs to bring you to the edge, his mouth is back on your chest. Sucking and nipping and moaning like your skin is still as sweet as it was when it was covered in whatever treat you'd agreed to that day.
Relationships: Han Jisung x Lee Minho, Lee Felix x Seo Changbin
Freshly graduated from a prestigious university for music and the arts, Han Jisung is ready to take on the world when he accepts employment at District 325 Records. Han’s dream of taking the world by storm with his talent hits a slight hiccup when a literal spark emanates from a high five he shares with his new boss. That moment brings him to the discovery that he is a direct descendant of a previous Pretear, a guardian to the world. With that knowledge he also finds that Chan isn’t entirely human, he’s what is called a Leafé Knight and he isn’t the only one who resides in the human realm.
Thrust into a fray of magic, learning his own abilities and fighting monsters of darkness, Han has a lot to endure fresh out of college. On top of it all, he has to deal with a growing attraction to one of the seven knights who fight alongside him. It’s a whirlwind for Han, but can he find his footing in the new world he’s found himself a part of?
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Han had snuck back in, packed a duffel bag of clothes and shoes, and let Minho drive him to Chan’s house outside of town. Getting out of the car, Chan met them on the porch, a frown curving his features downward.
“What happened?” Chan demanded as he stood on the porch, hands in the pockets of his jacket.
“One of the shadow children found Han,” Minho said, pulling the duffel from his back seat and moving to sling it over his shoulder. When Han reached for it, he waved the carrot top off towards the porch. “He didn’t want to put his friends in danger,”
“So you brought him here.” Chan finished, nodding. “Come on, let’s get inside, out of the cold.”
“I’m sorry if I’m intruding.” Han began.
“Not at all, Sana left about an hour ago.”
Han’s eyes became saucers. “You mean Miss Sana? From the cafe?”
“Finally made your move?” Minho teased.
“We’ve been dating for over six months, Minho.” Chan rolled his eyes as he closed the door. “But that's not important right now. Han, couch. Minho, put his bag in the guest room. I'll make tea.”
Han sat down, looking around the room as Minho went to a room down the hall. He kept his eyes on the purple haired male, making sure he returned and smiling shyly when Minho sat next to him. “You don’t have to stay, you know. I’m safe with Chan.”
“I know I don’t. I want to, Han.”
Hearing his name made Han's face flush, not used to hearing it from Minho. “I-I mean-” he stopped as Chan returned with a warming electric kettle on a tray with three cups and tea supplies. “Thanks, Chan.”
“They must know that you're training somehow.” Chan went straight to the point, sitting across from the pair. “Which in theory, makes sense. Their power is rooted from a similar source.”
“So, what? They're mad now?”
“Perhaps not mad. Maybe more desperate?” Chan answered Minho, leaning back on the chair. “My problem is that they didn't try to take or hurt Han.”
“I was with Minho.” Han argued. “What if I have to be alone, vulnerable?”
“What?” Chan asked.
“I don’t have access to powers without one of you guys.” Han replied. “If I’m alone, I’m an easier target. I can’t preet and none of you can defend me.”
“So they were just making sure we know they’re aware of you.” Chan concluded.
“Which means we can’t leave him alone, Chan.” Minho countered, one hand resting at Han’s knee.
“I can be left alone.” Han countered.
“Not for too long. We have no idea what they’re capable of.” Chan spoke, sighing. He ran a hand through his hair, then leaned forward with his forearms on his knees. Han had learned by now how to see beneath the calm exterior; to spot the worry behind the mask. Chan’s thumbs tapped together, there was a slight furrow of his brow and his eyes weren’t as bright.
“I can take turns staying with everyone.” Han offered. “That way I don’t over stay at anyone’s place. I am gonna need a cover story, though. Wooyoung is already going to freak out when I’m not there in the morning.”
“What if we get you a place?” Minho asked. “Then we could all just take turns staying with you so you’re not the one constantly moving around?”
“I can’t ask that of you-” Han started, finding Chan was already texting. “Chan!”
“It’s not something you’re asking of us, Han.” Chan replied. “We may protect humans, but we protect you, too. This isn’t something we have to be asked to do; it’s part of our duties.”
“But-”
“No buts,” Minho interrupted. “What are we doing here, Chan?”
“Everyone is on their way now. We’re gonna figure out a central location we can all get to easily and go from there. Han, you can tell your roommates you were selected for a big project and you have to be gone for a while. You’ll be able to stay in contact with them, we’ll be able to keep you safe.” Chan instructed. “Hopefully this is only temporary.”
Han gave a nod, looking at his lap, hands wringing. “I think I’m gonna go unpack my bag, since I’ll be here for a few days.” He picked up his tea cup, taking it with him to the open door and sitting on the bed for a long moment, trying to fully comprehend what was happening. A hiss escaped him when tea dripped, making him realize he was shaking. He set the cup on the nightstand, moving to unzip the large duffel and pull out a journal with scribbled words and phrases all over the front. Lyric writing always helped him clear his head. Pulling a zipper pouch from his bag, he opened it to retrieve a dark green pen, then focused on his journal and began scribbling down lyrics as they flowed through his mind. Page after page, in different sections, angled and blocked off by lines, Han created melodies, choruses, bridges, verses, the sound in his mind too loud to block out.
He woke to a dark room, save the light sneaking in from the hall. Sitting up, he blinked and rubbed his eyes, yawning a little.
“Quokka?” Minho’s eyes looked briefly like they were glowing as he popped in, and Han gave a sleepy smile.
“Hi.”
“Did we wake you up?”
Han shook his head, looking around now that more light was filtering into the room. His notebook and pens were set neatly on the nightstand, his bag sitting on top of the dresser. “What happened?”
“You fell asleep, not that I blame you. Felix came to check on you and you were asleep, so he tidied up your journal and moved your bag from the floor. We left you alone to rest.” Minho mused, sitting on the edge of the bed. “Have you not been sleeping?”
“What?” Han asked. “Why would you ask that?”
“Channie said your voice has been extra tired. He thought it was just the late nights, but when we showed up tonight, he wondered if maybe it was more than that.”
“...more how?”
“More as in that you’ve been having nightmares brought on by the heirs and been hiding it.” Although the words weren’t accusatory, there’s a knowing look in those violet depths that made Han’s face heat as he looked down.
“I just…I didn’t want you guys to worry.” Han admitted. A finger tucked under his chin and he allowed it to lift his gaze, feeling somehow vulnerable as his gaze locked with Minho’s. “All of you have enough going on with the demons and training me…a few nightmares shouldn't be a big deal.”
“If it hurts you, even if it isn’t physical, it is a big deal, Quokka.” Minho told him.
“If it harms you in any way, especially in sleep, it’s a big deal to us. Not just because you’re a pretear descendant. We care about you.”
“Is that…emotion?” Han teased, leaning forward and squinting his eyes.
“Do not make me regret kissing you.” Minho retorted, one corner of his lips lifting when Han made a startled little sound and his face flared a pretty shade of pink. “Come on, we think we found you a safe house.”
“What do I tell my friends?”
“It’s only temporary, Han.” Minho replied, moving to stand and holding his hand out to the other male. “Once we win, and we will, everything can go back to normal for you. You can go back to your friends.”
Han’s eyes stared at the outstretched hand, lower lip tugging between his teeth as he sat quietly for several breaths. “...what if I don’t want it to?”
“What do you mean?”
“What if I want to stay? With you, with the others, as a team?” Han asked, looking up at Minho with a blur in his vision. “How can I - why would I - just walk away from that?”
“You wouldn’t lose the team, Han.” Chan’s voice registered from the doorway, both men inside turning as he stepped inside. “What Minho means is that you won’t have to fight. We won’t have to fight. We can just live our lives.”
“What about your powers?”
“They get to pass on naturally after we pass, after so many generations of Knights had to choose a successor.” Chan explained. “Don’t worry, none of us are going anywhere. I promise.” He watched as the doubt rippled from Han’s pink gaze. “Why don’t you come look at the loft we found? Felix made cookies as a snack.”
Han nodded, moving to stand up and walking with the two out into the dimly lit living room. The other five were indeed situated around the living room, a large plate of cookies on the coffee table as they slid through a slideshow. “What did you guys find?”
“Hannie!” Felix grinned, waving a little. “This loft is super spacious, three bedrooms so you have an office.”
“It comes with a pool,” Seungmin added as han moved to sit on the floor next to Felix and look.
“Oh wow…” Han clicked through, eyes widening as he looked at the very spacious loft. “This place is so expensive, though.”
“Do any of us look like we’re concerned about the cost?” Minho asked, arms crossed as he leaned on the back of the couch. “Our job is keeping you safe.” He ignored the few that turned their heads towards him, eyes locked on Han as he spoke.
“Minho’s right.” Jeongin agreed. “Besides, this loft is just about equal distance for all of us, so taking turns staying over wouldn’t be an issue.”
Han sighed, knowing the team was right, but pink eyes stared at the screen, worry in their depths. “Okay, fine, but on one condition. Someone keeps an eye on Woo and Yeo.”
“We could have some of the tipis hide out?” Changbin offered. “If any of us are seen too close, it could alert the heirs just as easily.”
“Three tipis, then. One for each of them and one for the house.” Chan agreed. “That way they can teleport to one of us and we can step in if necessary. Lix, I.N.?” Jeongin and Felix stood and nodded, heading for the door.
“Why send them?” Han asked.
“Felix makes the most trips to Leafania and I.N. can help conceal the tipis when they travel back.” Chan said. “For now, let’s set up a tour so we can get this loft ready. Something tells me the heirs are trying to prepare for something big.”
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The loft was indeed large; and Han was surprised at the view from the balcony. They had barely walked the full tour with the realtor when Chan had confirmed purchase for his little brother, and Han was now sitting in the living room, looking at furniture with Changbin and Felix as Chan signed paperwork.
“This ouch would be nice if it wasn’t leather.” Han complained. “I hate sticking to it if I wear shorts or tank tops.”
“True. Plus the dark color would blend in with the floor tiles.” Changbin nodded. “What about a cream color, that way you could just change the pillows?”
“I was thinking like a green or a blue, actually, but a cream might work, too.” Han replied. “Since I can’t talk any of you out of buying everything, you get some say in this.”
“I already called helping you with your office,” Felix grinned. “Mainly because I have hookups.”
“Lix will get you the good stuff and at a really good price since he’s an ambassador.” Changbin grinned.
“What am I going to do with this place after everything?”
“Whatever you want? It’ll be yours, after all.” Felix replied.
“I cannot believe you guys are just giving me a fancy home.”
“You earned it, Han.” Changbin replied. “And you can have your friends over for a party once we get everything in here. We’ll make sure everything is safe.”
“Alright, Han. Welcome home.” Chan announced as he walked over, holding out the keys to the younger. “This is going to be our team headquarters from now on, and Minho already said he would take the first watch tonight, so let’s go get everything you’ll need.”
writing is not always aesthetically pleasing and glorious.
often times, writing is forcing the story out of your head in a chaos of tears, frustrated swears and exhausted sighs. writing is pacing around the room trying to find of the right words, the right metaphors. writing is obsessing over the same sentence, rewriting it multiple times and somehow never feeling satisfied with it. writing is a messy process amongst stacks of drafts and incomplete outlines. writing is questioning yourself and every single comma you add. writing is wondering if you are just screaming in the void, or if someone else will ever resonate with your words. writing is criticizing yourself again and again, convincing yourself that you can write better, that you’re not doing enough.
writing is a craft that requires relentless practice, focus and stretching your mind to its limits. it constantly challenges your self-esteem and your understand of the world and yourself.
writing is a long, messy journey. and yet, writers embark on it with a desperate need to share tales and be vulnerable.
writing is a beautiful chaos of aching souls with stories to tell.
muichiro: i remembered my brother getting brutally slaughtered by a demon when i was younger and the pure unfiltered rage that allowed me to murder that demon in vengeance despite how small i was... so i used that anger and determination to form my demon slayer mark
